A hit of you causes a stinging reverb pulsing through my brain
Lip to lip
Like an acid trip
In a jewelry store in Spain
Because I love you
(love, here, meaning a glamorous state of ephemeral depression),
Because my affection manifests itself in forms of pulling and tearing
At the skin on our faces,
I will grind your words through the mincer of my day-dreaming mind
When they don’t stick to the script
Because you are coming
I will upturn roots, hoping you will trip
Cut out the tags and spill things
I will twist the actions until I have sculpted the perfect form of tragedy
Wait for me to sink to the bottom of the glass
You can stand there
I’ll fawn over your detached nature
Revel in my goosebumps
Sway my head until you agree
The hottest love has the coldest end
--
You bought a case
With which to chase
Shots of nervous lust
Stopper knot
You forgot
The bottle opener of love
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